You guys! Gahhhh!

I had my first training session at the gym and I can barely make my legs go up and down stairs. Already. Just a couple of hours later. Looks like The Chef will be taking the Christmas stuff to the attic all by himself. Darn.

And my arms? I could barely lift my dinner fork. But I managed somehow.

You all are so very very inspiring, so thank you a million times over. (But I’m still not climbing the two sets of stairs to the attic.)


Yes.

Yes.

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Day 3 complete

I started Weight Watchers on Tuesday and have been to the gym each of those days. I know it’s only three stupid days, but I really really have to get it right this time. I’m getting creaky in the bones and my MS is being stupid and the only way to fight those things is to lose weight and eat less junk. So do I want to wear smaller jeans and someday soon run a 5k and maybe even a half-marathon? Yes. But even more importantly, I don’t want to make that stupid grunty noise when I stand up or be too tired to get off the couch.

So tomorrow at 4:30 I have an appointment with a trainer at the gym who is going to kick my butt. I already know it. I also know I’m going to be making grunty noises when I try to get off the couch this weekend—but for a good reason.

Wish me luck!
Xoxo


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This morning for my birthday breakfast…

I made a milk chocolate pancake the size of my head and ate it all. I’m not sorry at all. Nom nom nom…

I miss The Chef, who is visiting his family in Pittsburgh, but I get to see the whole clan tomorrow! Yay!

Happy birthday week to me! (Oh, and Merry Christmas to the rest of you!!!)


Done! (and a grrrrrr)

Went to the gym and did 50 minutes on the treadmill and some arm strength stuff. I may not be able to lift my arms to open presents tomorrow.

I also signed up for three personal training sessions for $99 at the gym. My birthday present to me!

In other news, I am having a fit because my mother sent me a text message saying she bought Christmas cupcakes at the local supermarket and will take off the red and green sprinkles off and stick candles in them for my birthday. Every single year I say I want a birthday cake of my very own for my birthday and every year I get something stupid like this. I KNOW (rationally) it shouldn’t matter. I KNOW that. But it does. Grrrr.

But a good workout at the gym! :)


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Oh!

Today? I went to the gym. Walked on the treadmill for an hour. I am so out of shape from months of no exercise and lots of bad eating that I was exhausted after that.

Note to self: baby steps.

2 days until my birthday!

Xoxo